'Oh no. I knew you would find it easy to console yourself.'
'What do you mean by that?'
'Never mind.'
'Are you insinuating that I am the sort of man who turns lightly from one woman to another—a mere butterfly who flits from flower to flower, sipping...?'
'Yes, if you want to know, I think you are a born sipper.'
Frederick started. The charge was monstrous.
'I have never sipped. And, what's more, I have never flitted.'
'That's funny.'
'What's funny?'
'What you said.'